Meng Ran smiled and explained softly.
No, not exactly.
"If you exercise regularly, this kind of thing will definitely be useful, since you'll be much stronger than the average person if you exercise regularly."
"But if you want to go into the ring, like kickboxing, you might as well practice techniques like Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu that allow you to grapple on the ground."
Meng Ran's words successfully piqued the interest of the others.
Seeing that the group was staring intently at him, he patiently continued to explain to them.
"It depends on the situation. For example, boxers don't practice ground techniques."
"People who practice free fighting need to be good at many things."
“Our training is different from theirs; it focuses more on close-quarters combat techniques.”
Xu Qingyi and the others nodded as if they understood but not quite.
Seeing that the three were about to continue asking questions, Lin Yifeng hurriedly stopped them.
"Alright."
"What are you three doing? Planning to try your luck in the ring someday?"
"Why don't you think about whether your brains or Tyson's fists are harder?"
Upon hearing this, the three of them shrank back.
In those days, Tyson was already a household name. Everyone knew that there was a powerful black boxer who could kill a bull with one punch.
The thought of possibly encountering such a guy in the ring made the three of them stop mentioning it.
Instead, Xu Qingyi rolled her eyes and started shouting from the side.
"Damn it! Who's afraid of him!"
"He might run into me!"
"You'll have to beg me!"
Guo Fengsheng, Gangzi, and Meng Ran looked at Xu Qingyi with strange expressions.
None of the three understood where Xu Qingyi's confidence came from.
Lin Yifeng looked at Xu Qingyi with disdain and mocked her coldly.
Please, don't die!
Xu Qingyi grinned and scratched her head with a smile.
This remark amused everyone.
Even the three children were amused by Xu Qingyi's wit and humor.
The crowd continued up the mountain.
Along the way, the group also saw many tourists kowtowing up the mountain step by step, their devout appearance leaving everyone speechless.
This was the first time anyone had ever been to Shaolin Temple, and they had never seen anything like it before.
Lin Yifeng watched the group of people kowtow three times and nine times, and didn't know what to say.
It's just sad that yet another group of fools have been fooled.
It's a rare holiday, and these people are here suffering instead of resting at home.
The crowd was discussing this, but Lin Yifeng simply ignored them.
After walking for about half an hour, the group finally arrived at the gate of Shaolin Temple.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that everyone arrived at just the right time.
A routine performance is currently taking place at the entrance of Shaolin Temple.
Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, a side hall door of Shaolin Temple opened, and a group of martial monks jumped and leaped out, performing various backflips as they began their performance.
Many tourists stood behind the cordon, ready to watch the performance.
In the center of the arena, many monks had already struck various poses, including backflips, leaping into the air on human ladders, and practicing various boxing techniques.
There was basically every kind of thing there, and with the surrounding gongs and drums making a lot of noise, the audience kept exclaiming in surprise.
Gangzi, a Shaolin enthusiast, was particularly excited upon seeing these, his eyes lighting up as he kept shouting to those around him.
"Brother Xu, Brother Guo, look at that! That one!"
"knew."
"Okay, okay."
Guo Fengsheng and Xu Qingyi were also shouting.
Older people, like Liu Shengxing and his wife Donglai, were terrified when they saw these performances.
"Whoa!"
"This young man!"
Holy crap! That's awesome!
After watching a Shaolin monk finish his punch, Liu Shengxing took three big steps, stepped on the hand of the monk next to him, jumped, rolled two and a half times in the air, and landed in a split.
This look also drew gasps of amazement from the audience.
Many audience members applauded in response.
Donglai wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained to Ma Li in a low voice.
"You're saying he's not in pain?"
Ma Li rolled her eyes at her husband.
Such a performance greatly shocked the children, who had never imagined that Shaolin Kung Fu was so powerful.
Bai Yejin frowned as she watched the performances, and unconsciously gripped Lin Yifeng's hand tightly.
Lin Yifeng noticed that her palms were sweating and comforted her from the side.
"They all rehearsed it specially."
Don't worry.
"Nothing will happen."
Bai Yejin nodded blankly.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuelan looked at the monks in the middle with a puzzled expression.
"Have you rehearsed?"
"What's the meaning?"
"They came here specifically to perform."
Lin Yifeng smiled but didn't say anything, but his attitude said it all.
The performance quickly fast-forwarded to the most classic Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover routine.
A monk lay flat on a bed of spikes, while other monks carried large stones and placed them on his chest. All that could be heard was a furious roar from the monk who was pinned under the stone, his forehead veins bulging.
"ha!"
Another monk swung his hammer and brought it down.
With a muffled thud, the stone slab shattered, but the monks below remained unharmed.
Although breaking a boulder on one's chest is a common street performance, the fact that it was performed by Shaolin monks drew cheers from the audience.
"sharp!"
"One more!"
"Is this alright?"
Of course, there were also people at the scene who had never seen these techniques before, and they all clenched their fists, afraid that the monks would be stabbed through the heart.
After these performances, the monks began to demonstrate various Shaolin hard qigong techniques.
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